August 29, 2012

Weddennessday

There
is just a ton to report this week.

Mabel
hobbled up the stairs half asleep over the weekend. Her hair was electrified as
usual and she had sleep crusties in her eyes. Miss Beautiful made it to the
potty and crumpled herself down on top of it. I think she was sleeping and
pottying all at once, see. Anyway, I left her alone and closed the door –
walked off to take care of the next thing that needed me. Just a few minutes
later, Bryon and I could hear Moo singing while she was tinkling. This isn’t
unusual. However, she was singing a little something different on this morning.
Daddy tilted his head and tick-tocked his eyes as he listened to her
(4-year-old and therefore incorrect) version of the lyrics to “Hysteria,” by
Def Leppard. Oh yes she was. Both of us grinned. It was awesome.

Phyllis
is on the mend after her second UTI this year. Why is it that some little girls
don’t grasp wiping logistics? I mean, apparently I need to draw a diagram for
this child. We made up a song that makes her giggle (and more importantly,
REMEMBER) but I am not going to share it here because it might draw the wrong
crowd. Please help us pray for proper wiping technique. Jesus hears even the
oddest requests, you know.

Trevor’s
second football game was Monday. Just like last week, he played over 3 quarters
of the game and just like last week, he had some great tackles. Bryon had to go
back to work because a very important machine had a very big issue, so I took
the other 3 alone and provided text updates throughout the game. And then it
happened. I saw the pass. Hunter sent the ball 25 yards, high and arched
through the air, and my kid – my little baby boy – was standing there, wide
open and wearing his receiving gloves. He caught that ball nice and tight,
right in the gut. And then he ran… 20 yards, like his life depended on it. His
mama couldn’t breathe, let me tell you what. Andy, Hayley, and Mabel were
cheering for him (Go, Trevor, go! Run, Trevor!! – THAT was awesome to hear.) And then came the text that I truly was
sad to send (since he missed it in person) HOLY SHIT… TOUCHDOWN, TREVOR COX!

After
Trev’s team won their game and we hauled the gear back to the car and
high-fived his bestie Carter (for the other touchdown of the game), Trevor
flipped out. He wanted my phone. Immediately. Made me SWEAR not to call him
first. Over and over we had to dial because he was standing on top of a 1200
degree oven in the plant but eventually, he answered. “Bryon! We won!” he said.
“And I got 2 touchdowns!” The boy and his stepdad were all boy gooey for a few
minutes. The kid was on cloud nine. I can’t wait until next week!

Two
Sundays ago, the Holy Spirit walloped me in church. The kids were being
distracting, which is my #1 pet peeve in church service, but the Spirit still
found me. The band led us through an old hymn that I sang for years at Fort
Hill Christian Youth Camp. Fort Hill, where I came to the Lord and was dunked
in the pool at night baptism by counselor Wes, in front of everyone. That hymn
has carried me through so many of life’s messes and glories. I really do sing
it all the time. I never thought I’d
hear it again, quite honestly. I mean, outside of my own vehicle and shower
stall.

I love you, Lord, and I lift
my voice to worship you.

Oh my soul, rejoice!

Take joy, my king, in what
you hear.

Make it a sweet, sweet song
to your ear.

But
right there in the second row at church, I sang that song again. Well,
officially. And in the nights since it has become one of Mabel’s favorite
bedtime songs. Amazing to me.

Speaking
of Mabel and music, Mabel loves Mandisa’s “Good Morning Song.” KLOVE plays it
around the same time every morning and Mabel wiggles and dances around in her
carseat, just singing away. The song is about waking up on faith each morning,
excited to see what joy God has to offer on a brand new day. I am so grateful
for the goodness I can find on the radio. Good in = good out.

And
more music… LifeLight is this weekend! Our company is not doing the sponsor
tent this year, however, the festivities will carry on as usual. Newsboys,
Sanctus Real, Skillet, Mandisa, and Tenth Avenue North are just some of the
bands coming this year. The kids are all looking forward to going again. Three
hundred thousand people gathered to worship Jesus in an alfalfa field under the
gloriously large and blue skies of Da Plains? Oh, you betcha!

Is
it just me or has half of this post been about Mabel’s mouth singing something?
Hmmm. The
girls start gymnastics again this Saturday, which is immediately followed by
the first Nebraska football game of the year. Boy howdy, there will be chili.
Well, maybe. Depends on if it’s still 100 degrees outside. End of August and
still 100 degrees here in Da Plains. Oy. If it’s that hot, maybe we’ll do
finger foods. That ought to allow Bryon and Andrew to have both hands free to
high five every ten seconds. Oy (again).And Dear B: Thank you for working so hard for our family. Thank you for collapsing into my arms after a treacherous 23 1/2 hour day yesterday. Thank you for allowing me to apply myself all velcro-like to your body and for kissing me goodnight like you still could make sense of the world. When I woke up about 2 hours later, we were still embraced in a kiss, with foreheads, noses and lips touching, and breathing in unison. Your arm was tightly around me and everything was still touching, all the way down to your tired long toes. How amazing is that?!

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